Stop Everything

Stop telling me I shouldn’t care.
            You think I don’t know this? Well guess what. I do, and I can’t help it. If it were that easy to stop, don’t you think I would have by now? It’s not and I can’t.

Stop telling me I’m being selfish.
            I’m human. It happens sometimes. I don’t want to feel this way, but guess what. I do.

Stop telling me it was my choice.

            It wasn’t a choice I wanted to make. It was just the only one I had. What was I supposed to do? Stick around and be miserable? Take the abuse? Even if it was “my choice” that doesn’t make this ok. This was YOUR choice that you knew was a bad idea.

Stop telling me it “just happened”.

            Spontaneous combustions “just happen”. Not this. You knew this would happen, but made no effort to stop it. There’s no way you didn’t feel this happening, but pushed on anyway.

Stop telling me I should be over it.

            I’m trying. It’s not that easy. Let’s see you deal with this and try to let it go. I’m doing the best I can. Telling me this is not helping me get there any faster.

Stop telling me I was the one who ended it all.

            I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE.

Stop telling me to “be realistic”.

            I know what’s realistic. Just shut up and let me vent. I don’t open up for judgment.  I open up so I don’t explode from keeping everything so bottled up all the time.

Just stop.